sexyscholar | Jul. 16th, 2003

Can one recover from a bad morning? I hope so. If not, today is going to lick big, hairy balls.

I oversplept by...oh, about an hour this morning, which left me with 20 minutes to do everything I need to do in the morning -- at least a condensed version of it. It isn't that I have so many things to do in the morning; it's that I'm very slow about doing them.

So, that was number one.

Then my iron died on me. *hums Taps* It was getting sicker by the day, and it gave me one last, brief hurrah of heat and steam...then it passed away. It was a fairly decent two years, Mr. Iron. May you rest in peace.

So, fairly wrinkled and all, I run to put on my shoes...stubbing my toe in the process. O_o

I'm putting on my shoes, and I must have bent my finger in a not-good way, because my thumbnail broke...low enough to draw blood. That felt SO good. I don't think I've said "fuck" so loudly and so many times in a non-sexual situation. ^_~

But yeah, that hurt a really lot. Thank goodness for super glue and emery boards.

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There is someone who walks this earth named "Bumble." Now I know that there is something who walks the earth named "BRANT."

"BRANT." Sounds like an acronym for something, doesn't it?

Barmaids who Roll with Anglo-Nubian Teamsters.

Or a new brand of toothpaste.

Try new BRANT, softens hands while it whitens your gums.

But "BRANT?" Not "Brad," or "Brent," or even "Bryant."

BRANT.

Why does this name irk me so?

Hmm...

And now, off to work! Doggie-daddy, hold me back from that fun!